Stephie snorted. “I love her.”
Stephie raised her phone too, filming Sylvie filming the sea. Charlotte just stood there, hands in her coat pockets, watching her two oldest friends hold up their tiny rectangles of glass to the immensity. It was ridiculous. It was exactly right. charlotte stephie sylvie
The point was the climbing. The point was the three of them, still together, still choosing each other in the rain. Stephie snorted
Sylvie leaned against the railing and pulled out her phone. She opened her camera and started recording, not speaking at first. Then, softly: “Hey, Mom. We’re at the lighthouse. It’s cold and ugly and perfect. Charlotte is trying not to cry. Stephie is eating gummy worms in the wind like a gremlin. And the ocean—Mom, the ocean goes all the way. Just like you said. All the way.” It was ridiculous